Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Rufus’ POV:

The soldiers quickly withdrew their hands and looked at me. Confusion was drawn on their countenances. “What’s wrong, Your Majesty?”

“Rufus, haven’t you agreed to this?” Laura looked at me, her eyes hinting that she was worried I would not keep on my word.

I did not answer her. Instead, I crossed the stage towards the ice coffin and my eyes bored into the clown symbol.

“What’s wrong, Rufus?” Laura walked behind me, seeing that I ignored her, and followed where my gaze landed. I did not need to ask how surprised she was as I heard her gasp. “Clown symbol? When did this mark appear? This wasn’t here before.”

A black liquid was used to draw this symbol on the ice coffin and it was situated in a corner on the side where it was nearly impossible to make out. It was not a wonder how it had never been found before. And there was more than one.

When I walked to the back of the coffin, I saw a bigger one depicted in b***d.

I frowned as I tried to recall where I had seen this mark before. While I was racking my brain, Arron called me, confused. It was then that I recalled that Arron had been kidnapped to the clown amusement park. When I had rescued Crystal,

I had also seen the mark in Lee’s secret room. It was Lee’s symbol, looking exactly like the mask he wore.

My whole body trembled and my heart was shaken as I thought of a possibility.

“Open the coffin.”

“Rufus! Are you crazy?” Laura hurriedly stopped the compliant soldiers. “It’s been so many days. You can’t open the coffin just like that!” I seemed to have pissed off Laura.

I knew what she was angry about. All she ever wanted was for Crystal to leave with dignity. She didn’t want everyone to see Crystal’s rotting corpse.

But there was an unsettling feeling inside me that would not go away unless I saw what was inside the coffin. I knew I just had to confirm.

“Mom, you’ll soon know why I made this choice.” I insisted on it, not even bothering to explain myself.

“Your Majesty, it’s not appropriate to do so.”

“Yes. Crystal has passed away. We’re all mourning that we lost her. You’d better think about it before opening the coffin.”

Everyone was against my orders. It was only Flora who stood and said, “Please do as His Majesty says. I don’t believe that Crystal will die like this either. I feel that there’s something we should know.”Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Really, Flora?” Harry’s face brightened with hope, his eyes still red

“If you two

insist, I’ll support you.”

“Enough!” Laura shouted angrily, looking a little more anxious than when she first heard my request. “Opening the coffin is a big deal. If anything happens

“Mom, just trust me. I know what I’m doing. I’m aware that Crystal’s lying inside.” I turned to look at her, my face stained with determination. “I understand your concern, but please trust me this time. I’m very rational now.

I know what I’m trying to do.”

She lingered her gaze on me for quite a moment. Despite the queries that were storming her eyes, her mouth remained shut. She sighed, turned on her heels, and walked to a far nook, not daring herself to witness what we were demanding.

I raised my hand and signaled to one of the soldiers to open the coffin.

The coffin lid slid slowly, and the faint scent of Gardenia wafted through the ar.

My heart was beating faster, and I clenched my fists before loosening them. To say that I was nervous was an understatement. Then I walked towards the coffin, only to find that Crystal’s body inside looked as alive as before and not even stiff.

Her hands were placed on her belly. She looked peaceful as she lay there, like she was just sleeping

“How… How could it be possible?” the soldier beside me exclaimed after witnessing the scene.

Laura turned around, made her way through the crowd, and took a look for herself. Disbelief registered on her visage, and she took two steps back. “That’s impossible. The magical medicine has already lost its effect. Crystal’s body should be rotting.”